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Sorry if this is short...sorry also for the errors if there are any :)
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The Truth
Chapter 3 - That Night
I can't sleep without mom singing me a song. It's already ten p.m. but mom is not yet home from work. She normally goes home at eight but she's a little late right now.
I stared at the ceiling. I counted the stars that were attached there. They are all yellow-green when the light it closed but when the light is open they are in different colors. I wonder how that happens...
I stopped counting, it only made me bored. Mom is still not home yet. I haven't heard the gates open. Maybe dad knows why she's not home yet. I should go ask him.
So I went downstairs, I found dad sitting on the couch and watching a game.
"Daddy, why is mom not home yet?" I asked impatiently.
"Maybe she visited some of her friends…you know when she sees her friends, it's hard for her to stay away from them. They talk like bees," dad said while watching baseball on t.v.
"Okay," I said as I lay on the couch beside him.
I read a book, a poetry book. I know it's weird for little girls like me to love these kinds of book but I still love them. My classmates said that it was boring, hard to understand and it's a book for matured people, but they were wrong. These kinds of books are precious and feelings are clearly expressed by poets.
Then, moments later my tired body gave up and I fell asleep on the couch.
But not more than an hour I was awakened by dad's friends from work. My dad is a chief police here in Forks.
"Charlie, your wife…Renee, a drunken man hit her car and something bad happened. She had some serious injuries and she didn't survive from it. I am so sorry." I recognize the voice. It was Mr. Greene, one of his good friends. He's always here when we have celebrations.
"But, that—oh god. That's not true! Stop joking because it isn't funny! Renee isn't dead yet!" dad said angrily.
"But Charlie, we are serious. The drunk man is on the office and he—"
"No!" dad shouted.
Then there was silence.
What? Renee—my mom. No! no! no! She can't be dead!
I stood up from the couch and set my tiny feet on the ground. I walked towards the front door where my dad and his friends were.
"Dad," I mumbled.
He looked at me, tears gleaming in his chocolate brown eyes, just like mine.
"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked curiously.
"Sweetie, your mom. Your mom, she's never gonna come back. She's dead," he said, his voice shaking.
He slumped on the ground with his hands on his face and shaking his head as if he cannot believe at what happened.
I heard a loud sob. Louder…louder…then louder!
"MOM!" I realized it was mine. I was crying really hard and I cannot breathe properly anymore.
I slapped my cheek, I must be dreaming, I need to wake up now! This is a nightmare! When I wake up, mom is here in our house. In her and dad's room, sleeping peacefully. But when I felt the pain, I knew that I wasn't dreaming.
"Shhh…" dad hushed and he wrapped me tightly in his arms.
"Bella, hey, wake up, you're having a nightmare," a velvety voice said to me.
I'm dreaming of this again. Oh my gosh. It's been so long since I dreamed of this. The dream was so real just like the night that it really happened. I was breathing heavily and I think I was sweating too.
But I don't want to wake up yet, it feels so comfortable here. So warm and fragrant. A familiar scent was overflowing me; I have no words to describe it.
"Hey, just get up now; I know you're not sleeping anymore."
"I don't want to," I mumbled.
He didn't say a word anymore. After a few minutes of silence he spoke again, "Just. Get. Out. Of. My. Room," he snapped, and that made my eyes shot open.
Then, I realized where I was.
I'm in Edward's room. Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing! I slept here, on his bed and my hands are placed on his chest.
I don't remember that I climbed to his bed. I really fell asleep, but not here, I slept on the floor.
"I…I'm s…sorry," I stuttered.
I removed my hands from his chest then I got up from the bed. My cheeks really feel hot. Again, this is so embarrassing!
"A…are you, o…okay now?" Stupid stammering mouth!
I let a curtain of my messy hair cover my face so I could hide my blush from him.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Okay, I'll leave now," I said without looking back.
I hope he would say, "Don't leave," to me again…hey what are you thinking Bella?
"Wait!" He said before I could twist the doorknob.
This is so crazy, I feel feel so happy that he stopped me to leave. I'm really going insane!
"Why?" I said, but I didn't face him since I'm still blushing.
"Thanks, thanks for taking care of me."
"No problem. It's my duty as a sister."
He chuckled; it's so musical, so good to hear.
"Wait," he said again.
"What did you dream about? Care to share? You look like as if you are about o break and you were shouting incoherent things," he said, his voice was almost worried.
"But—"
"Spill, now," he commanded.
I sat on the bed beside him.
"I dreamed about the night when we found out that my mom was dead. It was so real that I thought it was happening again. There are no words to describe what I felt that night. My chest feels so tight, I can't breathe, tears were streaming endlessly from my eyes and it hurts—so much."
I didn't realize I was crying until I felt his thumbs wiping my tears.
"Sorry, I am so full of drama, I think I should go now," I said, I was shaking badly. I can't stand.
He wrapped his arms around me. And I felt something that I haven't felt in a long time.
I felt home.
"Shhh," he hushed, just like what my father did when I cried during that night.
I rested my head on his chest until my tears stopped.
"Bella, you shouldn't weep from the past. It may be the worst thing that's ever happened to your life, but there are also good things that you should look forward to. Your dad is still here for you. He loves you so much. Also my mom. She loves you too even though she haven't known you much. And me—I am here, for you when you need me...always. All you have to do is ask," he said, I know that there is a smile on his face right now. I smiled too.
Edward's right. Maybe it's time for me to really move on, and I know that Edward would help me.
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